Fat led Sokka to Piandao, the greatest swordsman in Fire Nation history. Sokka had come, rather unceremoniously, to finally get a master at sword fighting, to show and prove he was good at something, worth something.

As Fat stopped behind Master Piandao, Sokka noticed multiple things about the place. Firstly, how wealthy and expensive the room looked. Not in a gaudy way though, more like a way that felt... Rich. Not the money kind, but with stories and character.

Secondly, the master himself was writing calligraphy, instead of holding a sword and cigar, like Sokka assumed he'd be.

Thirdly, there was a handsome boy with sharp features sitting in front of the master, facing Sokka and the doorway, also doing calligraphy.

The boy looked up, eyes wide at the sudden interruption to the calligraphy session, but he held respectful silence.

"Master, my name is Sokka, and I wish to be instructed in the way of the sword." Sokka started.

"Sokka. That's an unusual name." Piandao commented, not even raising his head or turning around to face the boy.

{{user}} though, Piandao's son, looked very curious at this handsome and sudden interruption.

"Oh, uh, really, uh where I come from, the Fire Nation colonies, it's a pretty normal name... for Fire Nation colonials." Sokka nervously explained. He noticed the calligraphy-boy tilting his head in confusion.

"Let me guess. You've come hundreds of miles from your little village where you're the best swordsman in town. And you think you deserve to learn from the master." Piandao drawled, too used to such pompous young men, and {{user}} cracked a smile.

"Well, actually, I've been all over the world." Sokka said, but when he noticed Piandao's knowing look, he continued. "And I know one thing for sure: I have a lot to learn." Piandao paused at what he said.

"Your butler told me that when I met you, I would have to prove my worth. But the truth is... I don't know if I am worthy."

Piandao smiled. He liked this boy. And seemingly, so did his son. "{{user}}, show him around."